Between the click of the light and the start of a dream.

My person gave me his USMC dogtag to hold onto for him; this dinky piece of cheap tin metal or whatever with all this useless information like his social security number, blood type, sex and religion and somehow it's got me fjkhdlgkflkgjd. I can't take it off, I reach for it around my neck to make sure its there, I constantly make sure its resting beneath my clothing as to keep it to myself, holding it the palm of my hand makes me feel better. Occasionally I hold it against my lips. I read the stupid information printed on it over and over. It's become my own personal teddy. It makes me feel really stupid. I'm really stupid for him.